The past is a bucket of ashes

Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.